Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Paraguay and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Bronski Beat to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
Blake Baxter,
Popol Vuh,
Sugar Minott,
The Angels of Light,
The Blues Magoos,
Robert Hood,
Gang of Four,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Procol Harum,
Half Japanese,
John Holt,
Silicon Teens,
Barry Ungar,
Electric Prunes,
Nik Kershaw,
Hot Snakes,
Tomorrow,
Adolescents,
Lower 48,
Kaleidoscope,
Slave,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
X-102,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Fugs,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Hasil Adkins,
Charles Mingus,
Lalann,
Anthony Braxton,
Josef K,
Das Ding,
Bobby Sherman,
Whodini,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Godley & Creme,
Harmonia,
Sparks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Los Fastidios,
Oblivians,
Donny Hathaway,
Fugazi,
Boz Scaggs,
Carl Craig,
Traffic Nightmare,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Star Department,
The Grass Roots,
Jandek,
Hardrive,
The Offenders,
Marvin Gaye,
cv313,
Bad Manners,
MDC,
The Fortunes,
LL Cool J,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.